I started a blog because I was bored. And a little lonely. I thought it would be a good place to get my thoughts out and maybe keep in better touch with my friend, Chelley.
I never intended to make friends all over the country.
And yet . . .
When I was in college, I had a few friends who went on mission trips. And then at the first church we attended after moving back to Kansas City, we became close friends with a couple training to translate the Bible for the people of Indonesia. Later, when we moved to the church we still attend, we met lots more people determined to answer that Great Commission . . . overseas . . . far away . . . in the mission field.
And every time I’d meet another missionary or learn that one of my new friends was, in fact, a missionary (gasp!), I’d say the same thing:
At first I only read a handful of blogs. Chelley’s, of course, and the blogs her grad school friends wrote. But one day – maybe nothing good was on TV or I was up late, letting my newborn cry it out – I branched out. I read other blogs.
Those other blogs led to more blogs, which led to even more blogs.
And somewhere between just reading a handful of blogs and the hundreds of blogs that clog up my Google Reader today, I stumbled onto a group of women who have changed my life.
Shannon at Rocks in My Dryer.
Sophie at BooMama.
Melanie at Big Mama.
Are these ladies funny? Sure. But while I do enjoy their rambling, clever posts, it was their hearts for Compassion International that moved me.
Moved me to tears.
Moved me to sponsor a child in Ghana.
Moved me to reconsider how I spend my money.
I used to thank God for not calling me to missions. But now I know differently. He’s called me, all right.
To what, I don’t know.
Maybe just to sponsor a little girl named Elizabeth.
Maybe to use the money from a job change to pay off debt faster – instead of getting a new cell phone.
Maybe to tell you about what I’ve learned from Compassion.
Or maybe something more.
I don’t know. But this sure isn’t why I started a blog. THIS is what I would call an unintended consequence. Since stumbling on the first Compassion blogger posts . . .
I’ve been glued to my screen every time a group goes on a trip.
I’ve applied to go on a trip myself.
I’ve cried tears of joy – and maybe a couple of envy – when each new blogger mission trip group is announced.
Shaun Groves has asked how God has changed and surprised us. Well, this is it.
Because of the Compassion bloggers, I am changed.
Because of the Compassion bloggers, my heart is broken.
Because of the Compassion bloggers, I can no longer say, “I’m so glad God didn’t call me to missions.”
Has God changed or surprised you lately?
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